The Engineer Another story by 2Perverse
WARNING: This is a story of Dark fantasy, depicting extreme violence and
perverse acts in graphic detail. Although it is pure fiction and does not
contain any true events, many readers will find this story offensive or
disturbing. If you are not looking for extreme dark fantasy with elements
of violence and perversion, this story is not for you.
Story Codes: M/Ff+ nc torture mod hardcore extreme violence teen
Synopsis: A man makes a hobby out of designing, engineering, and
building useful gadgets using women as living components.
Steve whistled a happy tune as he backed the large black cargo van into
his garage and flicked the remote to close the heavy steel roll-down door.
Seven days of careful hunting, and a gruelling 14 hour drive home was
finally over, but it had been well worth the effort! As the door clanged
down he hopped out of the van and walked around to open the back doors and
retrieve his precious cargo. Inside, a coffin sized heavy wooden box was
bolted securely to the van floor. Muffled cries and weak thumps against
the solid wood could be heard from inside. Steve unlatched and then opened
a small access panel on the top, back end of the box, reached in quickly
and delivered a light jab with his tazer. A sharp gasp escaped the box and
then there was silence once more.
Flipping down the narrow end of the box facing the back door of the van,
Steve reached inside. Grabbing a fist full of golden blonde hair, he
pulled his new beauty out of the box. Not quite 5 feet tall, and less than
80 pounds, the girl was stunningly beautiful, even with smeared eye-liner,
tears, and grit from the long journey in the box covering her face. After
pulling her out of the box, Steve lifted and slung her now limp body over
his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Long, slender legs were gripped firmly
in each hand, and the ruff of her blue and white cheerleader skirt covering
her slender hips and extremly narrow waist brushed his cheek. He could
feel hard nipples and firm C cup breasts pressing into his back as she hung
limply over his shoulder. The girl was just 17 years old, a high school
junior he'd managed to snatch walking home after a friday night ball game.
A few years younger than the other two, but she'd do nicely to complete the
project. Through the door into the house, down the stairs into the
basement, through the hidden, sound-proof panel in the back wall, and down
the long corridor behind, Steve carried his lovely new acquisition.
Setting her down for a moment, he opened the six separate dead bolts in the
massive steel and wood door at the end of the hallway, then, pushing hard,
slowly opened the portal to his private dungeon slash workshop.
Lifting the girl once more, he carried her inside and laid her out face
down on a waist high work table in the middle of the room. Soft whimpering
could be heard from a pair of locked wooden boxes in one corner. Steve
took a minute to securely bar the door to the corridor and then moved over
the lock boxes. Pressing down on a big red button at the end of each box,
he held it in for a slow count to 30.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!!" and "NnnoooowwwmmMM!" Shrilled intently from inside as
240 volts of A/C current was sent through a pair of gator clipped
clitoris', down strapped together slender legs, and grounded out through
each girl's big toes.
Letting up a last, Steve groweled "Be Quiet!"
Steve considered going up to catch a nap, but decided he was just too
keyed up to sleep, so he proceeded to the preparation of his new prize.
First, a pair of thick zip ties secured the girl's arms behind her back,
wrists touching the opposite inner arm and wrenched cruelly tight. Next he
secured her temporarily to the table top using three belts passing through
narrow slits on either side of her waist and chest. A few swift wratchets
on the strap locks and she was locked down like concrete. Lastly, he
pressed her ankles together into a leather strap bolted to one end of the
table and cinched it tightly closed.
"Now, lets start having some fun" he muttered to himself. Moving to the
opposite end of the table he broke open an amonia tablet under the girl's
nose to wake her up.
"Ga!" she cried out at the smell, then began discovering her
predicament. Eyes flashed wide and heart raced as she awoke in a strange
room. She immediately began thrashing and screaming, testing the bonds
that held her in place.
Steve just smiled, watching her face intently as her terror grew and
grew. He gave her two or three whole minutes to fully realize that she was
completely helpless, and then strolled to the other end of the table,
running his fingers lightly down her back and creamy smooth bare legs as he
went.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed as his fingers lingered for a moment on
her small, firm ass. Reaching the end of the table, he leaned forward and
thrust both hand up into her tiny skirt, pressing his fingers into the rim
of her panties and then began to slowly pull them down towards her ankles.
"Stop it! No NO!" she screamed as Steve slowly pulled at the panties,
sliding them down over her tiny butt to her upper thigh. Thrashing madly
against the bonds that held her in place, she managed to wiggle enticingly
as he continued slowly sliding downward, giving Steve a serious hard on by
the time he had reached the girl's knees. Realizing her futility, she
began sobbing softly to herself, "please.. Nooo.. Don't.. <Sniff>" as
Steve inched the panties down her calves all the way to the ankle
restraints.
Reaching back up inside her skirt he drew another indignant shriek of
protest by giving each ass cheek a brutal pinching. Neading her butt
cheeks in each fist for a minute, he enjoyed the way the girl's frantic
struggles jiggled her lovely posterior. Moving on, he gripped the hem of
her skirt in each hand and began slowly inching it down to join her
panties. Steve was having a hard time containing himself by the time skirt
joined panties around her ankles. The girl's struggles cresendo'd from
panic to outright frenzie as she found herself completely naked from naval
to toe!
Enjoying the view, he had to take a few minutes to cool down or run the
risk of exploding on the spot. After 5 minutes or so, the girl had settled
down to a low whimper, trembling uncontrollably, and Steve found himself
ready to continue.
Picking up a sharp set of fabric shears he moved to the other end of the
table. Tear swollen eyes barely recognized his presence, but the girl
began wailing shrilly at his touch as he inserted the scissors into her
sleeveless blouse, from shoulder to neck. A quick snip, followed by
another on the other side, and the blouse was now just a tube of cloth.
Gripping the bottom edge, Steve began slowly pulling the shirt down the
girl's quivering body. It took some care to work it under the restraining
straps, but he kept at it, sliding and tugging until the shirt pooled
around the girl's ankles with the rest. One more snick of the shears in
the middle of her back, and the last strip of clothing, a snug sports bra,
fell open to either side. Fully exposed now from head to toe, goosebumps
raised from the cool air, the girl pressed her face down into the tabletop,
whimpering and pleading in denial.
Steve moved to her head again and got himself a firm grip on the bra
still pinned under the girl. She cried as his cold fingers wormed in under
her breast. She let out a loud "Oww!" as he tugged the bra forward
sharply, forcing her boobs up painfully, and exposing both nipples. Moving
to one side, he straightened her long hair down the center of her back, and
then parted it down the middle. Next he folded a 6 foot long, inch wide
leather strap in half and laid the strips down each lock of hair, and then
coarsely braided the two side together. When he was finished, two 18 inch
straps emerged from a thick braid of hair that still streched to the small
of her back. Gripping the straps, he connected them to a chain he pulled
up through the table top between the girl's knees. Exerting cruel
pressure, he pulled back on the chain, feeding it back down through the
hole, lifting her head back until the presure from the strap across her
back prevented further movement. Once in place, he fastened the chain to a
peg in the floor to hold it.
"OH God!" wailed the girl as her lustrous hair was yanked viciously
taught.
Crossing over to a tool cabinet, Steve removed a heavy soldering iron
with stand, carried it over to the table and set it down to one side.
After plugging it in he let it heat up for 5 minutes or so, until the tip
began to smoke. When it was ready he reached out with one hand, grabbed a
tit, and crushed it tightly in his fist.
"Oww!" cried the girl, and then she let loose an incoherent shriek of
agony as he lifted the soldering iron and began using the super hot tip to
burn a hole through her breast half an inch behind the nipple. The pointed
shaft of the soldering tip was a good 3 inches long, widening out to about
a quarter inch in diameter, and was hot enough to cauterize on contact as
he drove it all the way through. Quickly shifting his grip, Steve grabbed
the other tit and repeated the process, leaving two matched holes from top
to bottom through her otherwise perfect breasts. The girl's voice broke
repeatedly, her screams ever higher in pitch.
Afterward, he gave her a good 10 minutes to let the pain fade and the
hysterics die down. He contemplated getting some ear protection, but
decided not to spoil the experience. Next he lifted a quarter inch
diameter spiral of steel, inserted an end through one hole, and twisted it
half a turn. A solid squeeze crushed the spiral into a ring, with the ends
touching lightly. Steve lifted the soldering iron once more and placed it
inside the ring behind the end points. Holding it for a minute, the girl
began screaming as heat transferred around the ring through her tender tit.
Steve dipped a stick of lead solder on the joint, watched it melt and flow,
then released, making a perfect seal. Ringing the second breast took much
longer, as the girl bucked and kicked like a wild animal trying to avoid
the inevitable.
Done with that, Steve put the iron away and began rumaging in a metal
bin for some more materials. Pulling out an eight foot length of 1 inch
diameter rebar, he carried it over to the steel saw on the workbench.
First he cut off a 9 inch length, and then two 3 foot sections, dumping the
remainder in the scrap bin. Before moving on, he lifted the 9 inch section
to the saw and carefully beveled one end into a V shape. Next he went to
the drill press and methodically bored out 18 quarter inch diameter holes,
each about half way through and spaced evenly over the top 6 inches and the
whole circumference of the shaft. After tapping each hole with threading,
he picked up a handful of 1 inch bolts with half inch wide hex heads, and
began screwing them into the holes. Counting the head each bolt projected
almost 3 quarters of an inch when tightened down.
Walking back over to the girl, he waved his creation in her face. "My
own personal Anal Intruder. What do you think?" he taunted.
Looking at it, she gasped in shock and began sobbing loudly as those
words sank in, moaning "please don't... Please don't..." repeatedly.
To get ready for the next stage, Steve had to reposition the girl
somewhat. Getting a firm grip around her calves, he opened the leather
strap, separated one ankle and then secured the strap tightly around the
other. Forcefully, he spread the girl's leg out wide to the side and
secured it to a post that streched from floor to ceiling. Returning to the
middle, he released her other leg, forced it outward, and secured it to the
post on the other side.
Screams mounting higher, the girl continued thrashing, to little effect
as Steve continued to work. Placing the short bar between her legs,
pointed at the anal opening, he retrieved the two longer pieces and a small
arc welder from across the room. Skillfully, he welded the two long
sections to the beveled bottom end of the short rod, creating a 90 degree
angle bracket. Next he retrieve a 3 inch by 1 inch steel tab with a half
inch wide bolt hole at one end. This he welded opposite the center pole to
act as a hard attachment point. Before continuing he had to release the
chain holding her head back, detach it from the leather straps, and get it
out of the way. With a soft thump, her head collapsed to the table as he
released his grip on the straps woven into her hair.
Using gloves to pick up the still hot metal, Steve lifted his creation
and examined his handywork. Using a grinder he polished out a few sharp
points. He didn't want his new prize bleeding out, after all.
Returning to the table, he pressed the center rod, still quite hot to
the touch, against the girl's rectum.
"No! OH GOD IT BUURRNNNS! Please NO! AAAAAAAHH!!!" she wailed as
Steve began driving the shaft into her ass. He had to twist and turn the
whole frame gently as he came to each of the bolts protruding from the
shaft, in order to get them inside. Each little twist, tug, or push
elicited an agonized response from the girl. Each push drove the burning
hot metal deeper, and the screaming just went on and ON. Finally he
managed to work all 8 inches of shaft inside, wedging the V of the frame
tight up into her crotch with a small hydrolic jack fastened to the table
top.
Screaming uncontrollably, the girl barely noticed as he began securing
her legs firmly to the V frame using quarter inch wide zip ties. The heat
of the long shafts was uncomfortable, but no longer enough to burn skin. A
dozen straps on each leg from crotch to ankle, and he was able to release
her legs from the vertical poles. After freeing the girl's ankles, he
noticed that she'd almost managed to wriggle her wrists free.
"Can't have any of that, now can we." He proclaimed. He went to the
tool cabinet to retrieve another of his personal inventions. Modified from
a glue gun, a thick aluminum wire almost an eigth of an inch thick
protruded out where the nozzel used to be. Steve went back to the girl and
forced her arms back into possition, with fingertips touching the inside
bend of the other arm. Holding her in place with a crushing grip around
wrist and arm, he pressed the sharp tip of the aluminum wire against the
back of her hand, just behind the middle two knuckles, and pulled the
trigger.
Heat streamed down the wire and smoke curled as he pressed harder.
Slowly, the heavy wire was driven through the screaming girl's hand, into
the arm beneath, passing between the two radial arm bones and completely
through the other side. With a pair of pliers, Steve pulled the remaining
14 inches of wire out of the gun and worked half the length through her
arm. To secure it, he wrapped both sides of the wire in a tight spiral
around arm and hand and sealed it with a thick bead of solder. Loading a
new wire into the gun, 30 minutes later he completed the other hand,
permanently fastening the girl's arms behind her back. Exhausted, Steve
decided to call it a day. Locking up on the way out, he flipped off the
lights and left the girl strapped down to the table in the pitch blackness.
NIGHTMARE
Alone in the dark, the girl, whose name was Ashley though no one would
ever care about that again, continued weaping loudly as she heard the
horrible monster depart. The straps still held her bodily from the waist
up, but unfortuately her legs were now free to move. Unfortunately,
because the anal shaft impaling her responded to every twitch of her legs.
Now that it had began to cool off inside of her, she began to realize
exactly how painful the protruding bolts could be. The slightest twitch of
her legs caused half a dozen stabbing pains to radiate inside her virgin
ass. She quickly stopped struggling and tried to lay still, but soon her
legs began cramping.
Painful cramps made her legs spasm, twisting and pulling at the anal
penetrator. Vicious circle, Ashley twitched, struggled, and fought to lie
still, all at the same time. Also, her hands and and arms ached terribly
where the wire pierced it, and the slightest presure sent searing pain
racing outward. Her tits, still pinned uncomfortably under her, began to
ache as well, the metal rings channeling the room's cold into them.
It was hours later before she realized she was not alone. Soft
whimpering still came from the two coffin boxes in the corner, up til now
drowned out by Ashley's misery.
"Who's there?" she cried out. "Who are you?"
No one answered, but the whimpering quieted down.
"Please! Talk to me! I'm so scared..." SOB.
A voice wimpered, and moaned in the dark, then resumed softly sobbing.
"Please! I'm Ashley. Who are you? Please talk to me!" she begged.
There was no answer for a minute, but Ashley could hear someones
breathing rate increase in fear. Finally a female voice responded in an
urgent whisper. "Shhh... Don't let him hear us!" Deep breath. "We're not
allowed to talk..." she faded away into silence.
Ashely pleaded and cajoled to the other for a hour, but got no further
response. Painful cramping wracked her body as she lay in terrified
misery, but eventually exhaustion won out and she lapsed into a fitful
sleep. Hours passed and then she was jolted awake by the CLACK of the dead
bolts being opened.
As the door slid open and overhead lights lit the room once more, she
was bathed in agony from the long hours of bondage. Renewed terror sent
adrenalin racing through her veins as she caught sight of the terrible man
entering the room. A shrill scream riped from her throat, and she began a
wild frenzied thrashing, but the punishing iron rod impaling her ass soon
brought that to a halt. Gasping in agony, she lay stifly still to keep
from disturbing the anal probe and began begging softly.
"Please stop... Please let me go... Oh god, don't hurt me any more,
please! I won't tell! Please, just let me go! I Promise!"
CRAAACK!!! Steve smacked her across the ass with a half inch thick
willow switch.
"OOOOWWWW!!!"
"No talking," Steve said, in a calm tone of voice.
"You BASTARD!" she screamed, trying to struggle without moving her legs,
or pulling on her impaled arms. Pretty ineffectual.
CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACK!! Went the switch, striking rapidly across back,
butt, and thigh.
"Oh-OOOH-OOWWW! Mother FUCKER!"
"I guess I'd better teach this bitch her place," he muttered to himself.
From a storage bin he retrieved some custom jumper cables and a heavy
variable voltage power supply. He clipped a grounding cable to each of
Ashley's big toes using large allegator clips. Next he connected the live
line to her twat, clipping down right over the clit. She grunted as his
fingers probed and pinched, then screamed in pain as the teeth of the clip
bit in.
"Consider this a lesson, bitch."
Flipping the switch, Steve turned the dial until the meter displayed
80mA. Not enough to do permanent damage, but agonizingly painful,
especially when delivered through the clit, running down both legs!
Ashley shrilled out a broken, stuttering scream in tune with the pulsing
A/C current running through her body, pausing periodically just long enough
to suck in an explosive breath.
The girl being occupied with a bit of basic training, Steve went to the
workbench and got back to work. Extracting two more lengths of steel rod,
he cut them to length and began assembling two more metal frames identical
to the one strapped to Ashley. Cut, drill, weld, it took about 3 hours to
finish assembly. Steve noticed that the girl's cries were fading into a
low moaning, so he flipped a switch on the front panel of the power supply.
Voltage now spiked randomly, delivering up to twice the dose every few
seconds. The girl's screams resumed their full furvor, and Steve took a
break for an hour or so to get some lunch.
When he returned, she was still managing to shriek quite loudly on
occasion, in time with the heavier jabs of electroshock. Studying the
girl's face, he flipped off the power. "Ready to be a good girl yet? Nod
your head."
"Fuck YOU, you bastard!" she choked out defiantly.
"Suit yourself."
Steve needed the table, so he unfastened the straps holding her down,
then got a good grip at the knees and lifted. The girl hung upside down in
his arms, suspended by the frame. He carried her across the room and hung
the frame from a large nail in the wall using the hole in the mounting tab.
Quickly reconnecting the electric shock apparatus, he left his new toy to
contemplate obedience. Ashley ragged stuttered screaming resumed as he got
back to work.
From one of the coffins in the corner, Steve extracted another girl.
Filthy with grime, sweat, and tears, you could still tell she was once a
drop-dead-gorgeous blond bombshell. Short, petite body, firm C cup
breasts, long blond hair frazzled in a tangled mess, eyes downcast, she
hung limply in defeated acceptance of her fate as Steve flipped her face
down onto the table. Her and her sister both had already had plenty of
time to learn how harsh the punishments could be. Her arms were already
bound and woven permanently togethter like he'd done to Ashley earlier.
She lay passively still as he pulled each leg out to the side and fastened
it to the post.
Lifting on of the newly assembled metal frames, Steve pressed the
central shaft against her ass and began firmly working it in. The girl
began sputtering soft sobs of pain but offered little other protest to the
massive intrusion. Once he'd driven the shaft home, he lashed the frames
wings to her spread legs securely, using a dozen heavy zip ties, cruelly
tight, from crotch to ankle on each side. Done with the tie down, he
released her ankles from the poles, then hung her, head down, on the wall
next to Ashley. It was another 45 minutes of work to duplicate the process
with her twin sister. Candice and Carrie, he never did find out which was
which, not that he really cared. Exhausted, Steve decided to call it a
day. Glancing over his shoulder on the way out, he beheld his handywork.
Three hot young pussies pointing upward at him from the far wall. Ashley
began screaming more urgently as she realized his intention to leave her
there over night. With an evil smile on his lips, Steve locked up his
dungeon, turned out the lights, and left.
The LONG Night Minutes passed like hours as Ashley hung suspended on the
wall, random electric jolts stabbing through her crotch and out her toes.
She couldn't see a thing in the pitch dark room, and the random stabs of
electric agony just went on and ON forever! Each jab cause her to spasm
involuntarily, driving her ass against the shaft impaling her. Suspended
by the zip ties crushing her legs, pain raidated in all directions,
electric shocks travelled from clit to toes, stabbing pains exploded in all
directions from inside her ass, and constant agony inflicted her entire
legs from cramping. And she just couldn't die, no matter how much she
wanted to. The soft, resigned sobbing from Candice and Carrie was
completely drowned out by Ashley, but they both understood. They'd already
been there, and both wished they could die too. Unfortuntely, the older
girls knew a little bit about what was coming, and neither expected to be
allowed to die any time soon.
Assembly Steve took his time getting up the next morning, first sleeping
in late, and then enjoying a hearty breakfast as he read the morning paper.
He anticipated a long day in the shop and wanted to start the day off fully
refreshed. By the time he finally made his way downstairs it was after
10:00. The girls all awaited his arrival with mixed emotion: The twins in
dread, and Ashley in desperate hope that her punishment might finally end.
Fortunately for her, Steve was in a good mood, anticipating the completion
of his project, and he shut off the current and unhooked the electrodes
from Ashley as soon as he arrived.
Moving to the workbench, he picked up 4 inch long section of 3" diameter
brass pipe, a pair of needle-nose pliers, an electric screw driver, and a
large hose clamp. Picking one of the twins at random, he went to work.
Pressing the pipe section firmly into her crotch, he used the pliers
mercilessly on her labia, plucking the lips outward around the pipe. He
continued working around the pipe repeatedly until about 1 inch of pipe was
actually penetrating her pussy, and the skin of her twat was embrasing
about 1 more inch of its length. Next he dropped the hose clamp over the
pipe, and used the screw driver to clench it tight. The girl let loose a
high pitched squeel as the clamp crushed her twat lips to the outside of
the pipe, but she quieted down again after a few minutes. Twenty minutes
later he'd finished installing another guide tube on her sister and then
moved on to beging working on Ashley. The younger girl was a bit more of a
challenge, as her pussy was still mostly virgin and much tighter. She
screamed and thashed uselessly as he worked, causing Steve to develope a
seriously hard erection. He was forced to pluck and pull vigorously with
the pliers to stretch the girl's twat around the pipe. For a few minutes
he was afraid he might not be able to drive it inside deep enough to allow
him to secure it, but eventually his patience won out. The ripping screams
when he finally clenched down the clamp was too much for his self control,
however, and he exploded with an uncontrollable, spontaneous orgasm.
"I guess its time to change my pants," he chuckled to himself. Leaving
his dungeon briefly to go get changed, the walls echoed softly to the
tearfull sobbing of all three girls.
When he returned, Steve wheeled in the mechanical heart of his budding
creation. Suspended over a metal frame like a pair of sawhorses was a 6
inch diameter metal tube about 3 feet long. A number of round caps were
screwed in to cover the extra openings for later use, but 3 holes were
uncovered and attached pistons protruded. Each piston had a narrow shaft
and the head formed a flatened hemisphere on both the top and the bottom.
Two pistons pointed straight up, and one, positioned between the other two,
pointed down. At one end of the shaft was a large pulley wheel attached to
the inner drive shaft.
Turning the wheel slowly, Steved positioned the shaft so that the first
piston was fully extended, protruding about 10 inches. Lifting one of the
twins off the wall, he flipped her over and carried her to the shaft.
Mating the guide cylinder in her twat over the piston, he carefully lowered
her down until her pussy bottomed out against the piston head. The girl
groaned painfully as the 3 inch wide, dry piston forcibly penetrated the
entire length of her cunt. Lifting her upward about an eigth of an inch
for alignment, he pressed a bolt through the mounting tab on her metal
securing frame into a matching threaded tab on the engine shaft and secured
her firmly in place by wratcheting the bolt tight. Rotating the pulley
wheel gently, he positioned the next piston to its full extention. The
girl moaned softly as the piston moved within her twat. Steve mounted the
girl's sister next, placing her right behind the other, so close her
nipples pressed snugly against her back.
Lifting a heavy securing pin to release the shaft, Steve rotated the
entire shaft 180 degrees. Now the twins hung suspended from the shaft, and
the final piston extended upward. Rotating the wheel once more, he
positioned the piston to its maximum extention. Tandum moans of pain burst
from the twins as the pisons dry fucked the girls slowly. Ashley began
screaming wildly as soon as Steve lifted her off the wall hook.
"No! Please! Oh god NOOOO Please Don't! Oh PLEASE!!!" she wailed as
he carried her across the room and mated the guide tube to the piston. Her
scream of agony as Steve slowly pressed her body downward, driving the huge
piston brutally into her virgin cunt, was utterly indescribable, and she
continued to pant and sob noisily as he secured the bolt firmly to the
frame. The twins moans were completely drowned out by Ashley's piercing
scream as Steve slowly rotated the drive wheel through several complete
revolutions to check its operation.
Next, Steve hooked up a bit of tubing to a hand pump, connecting a 25
gallon pail of light cooking oil to a receiver on the engine shaft.
Pumping firmly, he began flooding the system. Oil flowed into the engine
and up each piston shaft. A precision valve within the piston head,
designed and built by Steve, was the genius behind the whole project. On
the up stroke, oil flowed out bottom half of the head, hydrolicly driving
the piston upward, while oil above the head flowed freely into the upper
half of the piston into the exhaust channel. When it reached the top of
its stroke, the valve reversed, causing oil to flood the upper side of the
piston head and drain on the botom side. As Steve continued to work the
hand pump, each girl's pussy was flooded with oil, driving out all the air
spaces, and the pressure began slowly driving the pistons and turning the
crank shaft. The whole system was self lubricating too!
Once he'd primed the system and driven the crank shaft through a couple
of revolutions with the hand pump, Steve unhooked the hand pump and wheeled
in the power system. Two fifty gallon drums sat on either side of a high
pressure steel boiler. Steve had prepped the boiler yesterday and a low
flame kept the water inside at a slow boil. Steam pressure from the boiler
was directed through a valve to the top of one of the drums or the other.
Pressure forced oil from one drum out the bottom, through the pussy engine,
and into the other drum. When the oil level nears empty, the valve
switches and sends oil from the second drum through the engine and refills
the first. Heat eventually transfers from the high temperature presurizing
steam to the oil, so a small radiator keeps the oil from exceeding 130
degrees or so farenheight. Steve hooked up the hoses to the engine,
cranked up the burner on the boiler to about 10%, and opened the flow
valve. After a minute or so, with a rapidly building shriek of agony in
three part harmony, the crank shaft began to rotate. Steve tweaked the
boiler settings for half an hour or so until he got the speed of the shaft
up to about 90 RPM, which equates 1 and a half complete cycles of the
pistons every second. In-Out-In, Out-In-Out. Before straining his new
toy, Steve wanted to make sure it was well broken-in, so he planned to let
it run on a real low setting like this for a good week, maybe even two,
before he began using it for real...